Submissions by Relentlesssmile628
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 6:41am
12th Mar 2013 6:41am
Promise
Love.
It's a strange cocktail isn't it?
It's giving all of yourself and hoping to whatever God you choose to believe in you're not making a mistake.
It's joy. And fear. Lust. Peace. And pain.
It's heaven. It's hell.
I want to love you with all you deserve.
I want to shower you with kisses every night when you're in that limbo of semi-consciousness and dreamland until you drift into sleep marveling at how blessed I am to have stumbled upon your existence.
I want to hold you with all that I have, pick you up when you fall but being the selfless person you are...
It's a strange cocktail isn't it?
It's giving all of yourself and hoping to whatever God you choose to believe in you're not making a mistake.
It's joy. And fear. Lust. Peace. And pain.
It's heaven. It's hell.
I want to love you with all you deserve.
I want to shower you with kisses every night when you're in that limbo of semi-consciousness and dreamland until you drift into sleep marveling at how blessed I am to have stumbled upon your existence.
I want to hold you with all that I have, pick you up when you fall but being the selfless person you are...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 5:25am
19th Feb 2013 5:25am
Two Paths
When I was little my mother told me about two trails.
One, a good path I would take if in life I did well,
The other would take me straight to hell.
When I was younger the choice was clear, but now what do I choose?
I can tell you right now I don't want to be a goody-two-shoes.
But I don't want to convert all my life to drugs, sex, and booze.
Nowadays I don't give a shit, what's the point in it all.
How many times can I get back up when I fall.
And for good measure, kick me while I'm down.
And drown me in my pain when no one else is around.
...
One, a good path I would take if in life I did well,
The other would take me straight to hell.
When I was younger the choice was clear, but now what do I choose?
I can tell you right now I don't want to be a goody-two-shoes.
But I don't want to convert all my life to drugs, sex, and booze.
Nowadays I don't give a shit, what's the point in it all.
How many times can I get back up when I fall.
And for good measure, kick me while I'm down.
And drown me in my pain when no one else is around.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 00:16am
19th Feb 2013 00:16am
I Know Why
I know why people sip on cyanide.
I know why nooses are weaved.
I know why blood is spilled.
I know why little girls scream.
I know why we jump off cliffs.
I know why we don't care.
I know why we die with eyes wide open.
I know why there's nothing there.
I know why you hate me.
I know why I screw up.
I know why I'm hollow inside.
I know why we're covered in cuts.
I know why we can't see anything anymore.
I know why we don't feel.
I know why we destroy ourselves.
I know why we don't know what's real.
I know why don't have life in...
I know why nooses are weaved.
I know why blood is spilled.
I know why little girls scream.
I know why we jump off cliffs.
I know why we don't care.
I know why we die with eyes wide open.
I know why there's nothing there.
I know why you hate me.
I know why I screw up.
I know why I'm hollow inside.
I know why we're covered in cuts.
I know why we can't see anything anymore.
I know why we don't feel.
I know why we destroy ourselves.
I know why we don't know what's real.
I know why don't have life in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 6:38am
14th Feb 2013 6:38am
Summits
At times like this, I think of you.
When the night is alive and the rest don't matter.
I think of the times you look at me.
And all I can think is what the hell do you see?
In those moments so quiet, yet so loud.
Eyes that look into my soul, hands that trace patterns on my skin.
And all the while so oblivious to the fact how special you are, as I don't let many people in.
You are one of the best people I've ever known.
When we're close by, this magic about you just makes time stop altogether.
Every time we touch, I have to bite back the little sparks of...
When the night is alive and the rest don't matter.
I think of the times you look at me.
And all I can think is what the hell do you see?
In those moments so quiet, yet so loud.
Eyes that look into my soul, hands that trace patterns on my skin.
And all the while so oblivious to the fact how special you are, as I don't let many people in.
You are one of the best people I've ever known.
When we're close by, this magic about you just makes time stop altogether.
Every time we touch, I have to bite back the little sparks of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 5:18am
6th Feb 2013 5:18am
Wandering
I stand in a sea of people,
And yet I stand alone.
Looking at the familiar strangers,
Not looking at me,
Makes me want to retreat to the safety of home.
The feeling of disquiet makes me twitch.
The feeling of abandonment makes my skin start to itch.
Forget the itching I feel,
Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Some days I feel like a plague, the devils sin.
I walk these blank, empty, halls alone,
And the only thing I hear
Is the sound of my footsteps in my ear.
They don't notice that I'm here, they don't notice when I'm gone.
I...
And yet I stand alone.
Looking at the familiar strangers,
Not looking at me,
Makes me want to retreat to the safety of home.
The feeling of disquiet makes me twitch.
The feeling of abandonment makes my skin start to itch.
Forget the itching I feel,
Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Some days I feel like a plague, the devils sin.
I walk these blank, empty, halls alone,
And the only thing I hear
Is the sound of my footsteps in my ear.
They don't notice that I'm here, they don't notice when I'm gone.
I...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 5:10am
6th Feb 2013 5:10am
Still
No one hears the screams of the silent.
No one hears the roars of the violent.
No one hears the cries of the damned.
No one likes the things they can't understand.
Mouth open, twisted and raw.
Blood and gristle, broken jaw.
But I'm not here, don't you see?
I'm everything you never wanted to be.
Eyes wild, hair twisted.
Cold and wet, face still slightly misted.
Reaching, begging, crying out.
Your name dripping off my lips, won't respond to my shout.
Dragged me down, and beat me, left me here to die.
Raped me, fucked me, used...
No one hears the roars of the violent.
No one hears the cries of the damned.
No one likes the things they can't understand.
Mouth open, twisted and raw.
Blood and gristle, broken jaw.
But I'm not here, don't you see?
I'm everything you never wanted to be.
Eyes wild, hair twisted.
Cold and wet, face still slightly misted.
Reaching, begging, crying out.
Your name dripping off my lips, won't respond to my shout.
Dragged me down, and beat me, left me here to die.
Raped me, fucked me, used...
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 5:45am
29th Jan 2013 5:45am
Resilience
Today you are asking me to sell my sacred homeland.
Today you ask me to do something I do not understand.
You do not know what you are asking me to "give" to you.
In my language there is no word for what you are asking me to do.
I do not want to agree, I know of your broken promises and lies.
But I have been one forced to watch my people die.
I have seen our children being taken from your disease.
I have seen our men to forget their pain ask for "cod liver oil please."
I have seen my people being told our former lives were full of...
Today you ask me to do something I do not understand.
You do not know what you are asking me to "give" to you.
In my language there is no word for what you are asking me to do.
I do not want to agree, I know of your broken promises and lies.
But I have been one forced to watch my people die.
I have seen our children being taken from your disease.
I have seen our men to forget their pain ask for "cod liver oil please."
I have seen my people being told our former lives were full of...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2013 5:23am
29th Jan 2013 5:23am
Split Personality
I look in the mirror and what I see,
Are familiar strangers staring back at me.
A collection of faces, spread far and wide
Some tell the truth, some tell lies.
Are familiar strangers staring back at me.
A collection of faces, spread far and wide
Some tell the truth, some tell lies.
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 3:19am
28th Jan 2013 3:19am
Envy
Envy is a white-hot stab in the back by a cold
assassin.
It sounds like the whispers of a thousand gossiping people, judging , waiting, the still, thick, angry silence of
jealousy.
It tastes like a seductive pull of anger, fueled by demons, tasting evil yet sweet, tasting like
sin.
It smells like the air, when it's the calm before the storm, the adrenaline of destruction wafting off of
...
assassin.
It sounds like the whispers of a thousand gossiping people, judging , waiting, the still, thick, angry silence of
jealousy.
It tastes like a seductive pull of anger, fueled by demons, tasting evil yet sweet, tasting like
sin.
It smells like the air, when it's the calm before the storm, the adrenaline of destruction wafting off of
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 3:11am
28th Jan 2013 3:11am
What I Know
A broken heart is a beautiful, ugly mixture of pain and blood from all of the shards left behind.
It sounds like delicate crystal glass shattering against cold, hard pavement...unforgiving.
It tastes like burning acid dripping on your tongue, bitter and sharp, burning everything alive.
It smells like a hospital, full of intoxicating bleach, combined with the rot of sickness and death, trying to hide the tragedies.
A broken heart...feels like a hollow dead weight in your chest.
Somehow still pumping to keep you alive.
It sounds like delicate crystal glass shattering against cold, hard pavement...unforgiving.
It tastes like burning acid dripping on your tongue, bitter and sharp, burning everything alive.
It smells like a hospital, full of intoxicating bleach, combined with the rot of sickness and death, trying to hide the tragedies.
A broken heart...feels like a hollow dead weight in your chest.
Somehow still pumping to keep you alive.
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 5:34am
25th Jan 2013 5:34am
Invisible.
Sometimes I wonder,
As all these people walk past,
As my screams and my cries grow in number,
If I am really so insignificant, that I can be forgotten and ignored so fast.
Why can't they hear me?
So blind to my pain and my joy, my laughter or my voice.
No matter how hard I try, for some reason they can't see.
The girl lost in loneliness and rage, trying to gain recognition with all of her noise.
As all these people walk past,
As my screams and my cries grow in number,
If I am really so insignificant, that I can be forgotten and ignored so fast.
Why can't they hear me?
So blind to my pain and my joy, my laughter or my voice.
No matter how hard I try, for some reason they can't see.
The girl lost in loneliness and rage, trying to gain recognition with all of her noise.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 5:26am
25th Jan 2013 5:26am
Tales?
One look, inside you swoon.
But never let it show, as your heart is still stained.
You promised you would never let yourself fall again,
Yet, all he was missing.... was the white horse.
But never let it show, as your heart is still stained.
You promised you would never let yourself fall again,
Yet, all he was missing.... was the white horse.
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